Warnings: MAJOR OOC-ness, AU, language, lemon (in future chapters).

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, I wouldn't be writing in this segment now, would I?

A/N: I actually kind of like this. Although there are no reviews (YET, I hope), I'm gonna go on with it, anyway. :D

: words that are CAPITALIZED and enclosed in *asterisks* mean emphasis. CAPITALIZED kinda mean like shouting in the character's head, while *asterisks* are used when they're talking. :)

: Chapter 2, SUTAATO!


Kaito stared at the photo in his hand.

His mind was a complete mess. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

Shinichi, THE "perfect" Kudo Shinichi, was actually an otaku. And, apparently, a big one, to actually COSPLAY as Shion Kaito in a Cyber Neko Suit, despite the innumerable risks.

A big otaku, yes. And also a careless one.

Really. What kind of closet otaku went to a convention that was just 30 minutes from his city?

But actually, now that he thought about it, you really couldn't tell that it was Shinichi. After all, he had dyed his hair blue, and styled it like the character he was dressing up as. And no one - absolutely NO ONE - would've expected to see him in such a revealing outfit.

...So how come Kaito had known that it was him almost instantly?

He thought back to the moment he had seen Shinichi on stage, replayed it, replayed it, and replayed it again... But there was no denying it. He didn't even doubt his assumption during those few seconds of shock.

"It really isn't that much of a big deal," he told himself. He had known Shinichi for almost nine years now, so it was perfectly understandable WHY he could tell so fast, right? Well, except maybe that he really didn't KNOW Shinichi that much, and...

Argh. He was even contradicting himself. What the heck.

But, seeing it from an outsider's point of view, the guy really didn't look half bad. Hell, he looked great! The Neko Suit looked absolutely perfect on him, as if it was made for HIM and not Kaito the Project Diva game character, and as if he had been molded into the outfit. He never actually thought that a guy could look so damn good in clothes that could very well be illegal in certain places and looked more like a girl's outfit than anything else.

It would probably look better on a girl, though, and-

"Who the heck am I kidding?" Kaito yelled. His face was red, and he just knew that he wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. He just knew it.


Shinichi entered the school gates, trying not to appear nervous as he looked around.

No one appeared suspicious. No laughing behind his back. There was definitely talk, but it wasn't about what he expected it to be, just the usual.

Strange. He could've sworn that Kaito would tell everyone. After all, the guy was a prankster, and Shinichi didn't put it beyond him to do such a thing.

Well, I guess I got him wrong, Shinichi thought.

But then his thoughts turned to himself. How could he have been so stupid, so careless, and so utterly reckless? He had carefully concealed his fandom from the world; being an otaku wasn't actually something society uplifted, even though many companies and entertainment systems were contributing to it.

Besides, he liked being seen as a no-nonsense student, though he really couldn't care less what others thought of him.

The only reason why he was hiding was because of his parents. What if the things he was passionate about affected - or, even worse, RUINED - their reputations? Shinichi knew he had his selfish moments, but he wasn't willing to drag his parents into it. No. He loved his parents, even though they weren't around a lot. At least they showed they cared while they visited, even if they couldn't stay long.

"Ne, ne, look at this! I went to the Otaku Con last week, and look what I found!" one of the girls in class squealed.

Shinichi's head snapped towards their direction upon hearing "Otaku Con."

"E-eh? K-Kudo-kun, is there s-something the matter?" the girl inquired, apparently nervous.

Shinichi was silent for a while before shaking his head. "No, nothing's wrong," he said smoothly, managing a small smile that sent the girl and her friends into a daze.

Damn. What am I so wound up for anyway?

He didn't need to answer that. He knew exactly what stressed him out.


Kaito waited and waited. He checked his watch. He whistled. Damn it, how long did he have to wait for this guy to just come out from the classroom and get the hell home already?

He heard the bell ring from inside Higashi High's main school building, and he knew the wait would soon be over. That is, if Shinichi didn't have clubs. God, he hoped not. His feet were killing him.

Five minutes later, he peeked in... Ah, there he is.

He stared. Looking at him now, the whole otaku deal seemed surreal. Shinichi just looked so perfect, so prim and proper, so freaking SERIOUS to be a freaking otaku. But he knew what he had seen and heard were real. He wasn't the type to mix fantasy with reality. At least, not often.

At that moment, Shinichi decided to come out, and so he decided to surprise him.

"I wonder what all your schoolmates would think if they knew...," he whispered, right in Shinichi's ear, as he passed by.

"Kaito," the blue-eyed boy growled out, and hearing his name said like that sent shivers up his spine.

"Hey, I was just wondering," Kaito said defensively. "I mean, you look so damn serious. Who would've thought that the *perfect* Kudo Shinichi would actually be into anime and *cosplaying*?"

"Kaito. You are *not* going to tell anyone about that."

"Well, I dunno, Shin-chan." Kaito smirked when Shinichi flinched at the nickname. "I'm interested enough to do just that, though."

Shinichi glared. Wow. He had never seen him so mad.

An idea struck him. He was pretty sure he'd be hated for it, but... "How about this, Shinichi. Let's strike a deal."

Another priceless face; this time a mix of disbelief and confusion. "You're not seriously thinking of *blackmailing* me, are you?"

Kaito grinned. "Well, that depends. So what about it?"

"What do you have in mind?" Shinichi said warily.

"Do whatever I say for two weeks."


He had to be dreaming. Or hearing things. Or Kaito was joking. After all, the guy IS a prankster. It had to be one of those things, right? "What? You want me to be your *slave*?"

Kaito shook his head. "I never said that. I won't ask for anything ridiculous. Probably just homework, company, that kind of stuff."

Shinichi grimaced. "If you want help with homework, get yourself a tutor. You aren't exactly poor or anything. And if it's company you wish for, you have friends for that."

"Yeah, well, I know. But do you? Have friends, I mean."

Well, he had expected a lot of things, but THAT was not one of them. Was this guy serious? If he wanted to make friends with him, all he had to do was ask, right? But then again, he had never let anyone into his circle. He shook his head in response.

"See? So any way you look at it, you're actually getting nothing but advantages from this. So what do you say?"

Shinichi remained silent for a good part of their walk. This wasn't something he could just decide halfheartedly, and Kaito certainly seemed to have no intention of backing out. But he was right though. He had flipped the deal over, inside out, looked for loopholes... And found nothing. It was as simple as Kaito had stated it. He gave in.

"Fine."

Kaito's grin was a mix of smugness, mischief and seemed to promise disaster. Shinichi found himself regretting he had agreed immediately.


Yes! Chapter 2 is in the wraps. :D

I guess I really AM quite happy with this story, being on the roll like this. XD

Anyway, you guys know the drill! R&R, please! Give me additional fuel, and I'll most likely get this entire thing done faster. ohohohohoho. (^O^)